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I Can’t Handle Large Crowds
Title: I Can’t Handle Large Crowds
Category: Digimon
Pairing: Ami/Arata
Rating: T
Summary: There are some sexual implications in here but they are very minor until the end, but nothing dirty happens. Post Cyber Sleuth. Ami strongly dislike crowds, her anxiety goes straight through the roof. Ami also loves her friends so she faces her dislike of crowds to go to clubs with them and make sure they got home okay. However, one night changes everything.
Author’s Note: I am not an expert on anxiety attacks. I did some research over it so I am hoping that this represents it at least a little bit truthfully. If I offend someone who has it, I don’t mean too.
Disclaimer: I own no rights to the franchise.
~~Story Begins~~
Ami strongly disliked crowds, it is one of the reasons as to why she only has Ryota and Sakura as her friends at school. She couldn’t handle sitting in the cafeteria nor could she handle being in a club.
She thinks it is her subconscious that makes it hard for her to breathe. She’s been abandoned twice in large crowds before, two times in fact. Both by her father. The first time was when she was two and he left her at a mall during a big shopping event. Security found her, called the police, and then called her father. She was lucky that her mother answered his digivice and hell was raised by her. At least, that’s what Ami’s grandmother often told her.
Ami doesn’t know much about the second time. All she knows is that she was five, standing outside at a concert at night, her father leaving her alone surrounded by rowdy young adults. Luckily for Ami, one of her mother’s friends saw her and took her home. Apparently, her mother was fit to be tied again and that was the last time she ever saw her father again.
Ami pushed herself off the brick wall with a sigh as she came back into the present. She’s not completely calmed down, her hands are still trembling slightly, her breathing has slowed down but it’s still a little bit too fast, however, she’s no longer feels chilly which no one would believe her in this hot and humid weather, and she no longer feels dizzy. She feels her neck, finding her pulse and realizes it is still quick but not to terribly bad.
“Ha, caught it in time,” Ami says proudly to herself. Another five minutes out here and she’ll be fine, but she’s already left her friends in there for ten minutes unattended for.
She patted her skirt’s pocket and felt the familiar weight of keys resting in there. She’s old enough to drive but not old enough to drink, it doesn’t bother her. She likes to be the reliable one the one who carries responsibilities so it gives her friends a chance to unwind and let loose.
She walked back inside the stifling, loud, crowded club, her blue eyes scanning the dance floor. She sees Nokia and Yuuko dancing with two men behind them. Yuugo was sitting down at their table, head on the table with a beer glass in his hand, she couldn’t spot the owner of the keys through.
“It would be my luck to find him with a pretty lady friend,” Ami grumbled as she walked to their table and woke Yuugo. “Yuugo, wake up, it’s time to head home.”
Black glazed over eyes looked at Ami as they opened, “Huh?”
“C’mon,” Ami said with smile. “It’s time to go home. You can sleep in the car while I gather the other three.”
“Oshay,” Yuugo spoke sitting up and went to stand up. Ami quickly wrapped his arm around her neck while her’s wrapped around his waist. When Yuugo was drunk, he was the most trustworthy person you’ll ever meet and he remembers everything. You could tell him that birds are dragons in disguise and he’ll try to catch one so he could have a pet dragon. He’s still trying to catch a wild bird by himself.
She walked him out to the five person vehicle, two in the front and three in the back, and unlocked the vehicle. She placed Yuugo in the back seat before using the remote start to turn the vehicle on, letting the A/C blast.
“Yuugo, I’ll be back,” Ami told him. “I need to get the other three, okay?” He nodded his head in response before Ami shut the door and he passed out.
She looked at the dance floor and saw Nokia and Yuuko were still there, but no sign of her missing friend. She walked over to the dance floor to talk to them. “Yuuko, Nokia, have you seen Arata?”
“He was sitting at the bar,” Nokia said. “Talking to someone on his digivice.”
“That was the beginning,” Yuuko said. “A pretty red head took him to the back. She seemed to be petting him hard.”
When Nokia was drunk, she was more sexual always bringing a good time to her boyfriend and a drunk Yuuko wasn’t as shy or quiet, but these two girls knew Ami’s secrets, much like how she knows theirs. When they were drunk however, Nokia and Yuuko forgot all about secrets but they never blab them out, they were just blunt about things that they would otherwise skirt around.
They wouldn’t just tell Ami that he was with another female if they were sober, but since they were drunk, they wouldn’t register that Ami’s heart broke even more than it was before.
“I’m going to get him then come back for you two,” Ami said leaving the girls to go back to their dancing as she headed to the back of the club.
“You came back!” a voice said from behind Ami causing her to turn around and stare at her once missing friend. Arata hugged her tightly, laughing, “I knew you'd come back. You wouldn’t ever leave me behind!”
A drunk Arata was a laughing, talkative, Arata who enjoyed touching. He was right about her not leaving him behind, it was hard when he is the one who owns the car they use to get here, the one who she pickpockets the keys from. “Of course, c’mon, everyone is getting ready to go home.”
Arata nuzzles her neck with a sigh, taking in the scent of sakura blossoms and a brief thought enters his mind about why she smells different than before. “Let them wait, I have the keys and I’ve missed you! You left me alone for a while.”
Ami found her back pressed against the wall, Arata using his height over her as he lifted his head and a smirk was on his face. “C’mon, how about one more kiss, hm?” he asked.
Ami’s eyes widened, he had her confused over the other red-hair lady. He leaned down breathing on her face before pressing his lips against hers. Her heart didn’t break, it shattered like glass. She could hear the pieces of her heart clatter to the metaphorical ground.
Ami’s hand lifted as Arata closed his eyes, she spread her fingers out and a whoosh of air was possibly the only slight warning he had before -
SMACK!
Arata pulled back in surprise giving Ami enough time to grab his collar, her blue eyes were like ice daggers coming at him, her tears patiently waiting until she got home. “Don’t you ever think about kissing me when you are drunk again!” Ami hissed at him.
Another important fact about Arata when he’s drunk, he forgets everything that happened the night of getting drunk. It was like a someone was taking a sledgehammer and smashing the broken pieces of her heart into small pieces.
She let go of his collar and grabbed his hood, forcing the taller man to walk backwards. She took him out to his own car and placed him in the passenger seat, really wishing she could put him in the back, but the two girls get motion sickness when drunk and in the passenger seat.
“Get buckle in and stay,” Ami ordered before closing the door and locking it.
“Ami!!” Arata whined in the car waking Yuugo up. “You was enjoying it ten minutes ago!”
“Whast hap’en?” Yuugo asked.
“Ami and I were making out ten minutes, than her boyfriend came and she left! She came back and I started kissing her again,” Arata explained. “I didn’t even know she had a boyfriend!”
“Yoush wrong,” Yuugo stated. “Ami wash outside ten’ min’tes go. Shesh tellith me thish,” Yuugo’s eyes closed as he started going back to sleep. “Yoush ‘ad a noth’r prutty gurl ith yous. Ami’s pruttier.”
“Hmph, that might explain as the two different tastes and scents,” Arata said.
Nokia and Yuuko got in the backseat giggling as Ami helped them buckle in before getting in the driver’s seat and put the keys in the ignition.
After dropping everyone off, Arata being the last one she takes home so she could drop off his car and keys. She helped Arata into his apartment who was trying to talk to her but she ignored him. She walked out onto the street, knowing that Arata won’t come after her due to the couch or bed looking so inviting.
She called the taxi and waited outside for it to arrive before getting in. “You look a little young to be out at four in the morning, young lady,” the cab driver said as he started driving towards her destination.
“I was out with some friends, it’s a monthly thing,” Ami explained. “I make sure they get home okay.”
The cab driver looked at her through his rearview mirror, “That’s very smart and honorable of you, but what about yourself? You could easily stay at one of their places I’m guessing.”
“I drive one of my friend’s car so they can all be home and my friend goes with us and he doesn’t know I drive his vehicle when they are all drunk.”
“He must know.”
“No, he remembers driving there but he thinks he drove us all home because I leave him his keys. When he gets drunk, he forgets everything that happens once he starts drinking the next morning.”
They got to her destination and the cab driver gave her his card, “Here, just call me when you are out late at night again or if you just want someone to talk to. Don’t worry about the fare this trip.”
“Thanks,” Ami said taking the card. “Are you sure you don’t want me to pay?”
“I’m sure. I drive a lot of young people at this time of night that have been partying, I have drove a lot of older people too. Not a single one of them is as responsible as what you are after partying. You actually made my night easier by making sure they got home and inside safely.”
“Thank you,” Ami said. “Have a good night and drive safe.”
The next morning, Arata groaned as he woke up, not from the hangover headache, but from a stinging sensation on his right cheek. He slowly got up off of his bed so he get some over the counter painkillers from his bathroom and a cup of water.
He licked his lips and blinked in surprise, he could taste the faint traces of booze which was expected, but there was a different refreshing taste of mint lemonade.
“I should really cut back,” Arata commented to himself, “because one of these times, I’m going to do something I regret.”
It wasn’t until that afternoon, he received a call from Nokia. “What did I do this time?” he asked. Nokia. Nokia wouldn’t call him unless he did something incredibly stupid the night before, especially if they went out to a club. How she remembers or knows, he doesn’t know and he has no intention of finding out.
“Don’t you think that your feelings for Ami has gone a little bit out of control?” Nokia asked crossing her arms.
“The only reason as to why you know is because you overheard me tell Yuugo,” Arata said with a glare which wasn’t all that convincing since he had a giant handprint on his cheek.
“True, but you also kissed two pretty ladies with red hair last night as well,” Nokia commented.
“Damn, damn it,” Arata said. “Was one of them, Ami?”
Nokia shrugged, she honestly didn’t know. She was friends with the bartenders there and just telling Arata what she was told. “I’m guessing one of them is the one who slapped you. There is another reason as to why I called you.”
“Which is?”
“Have you heard from Ami today?”
“No, why?”
“No one has heard from her today. Kyoko usually gives her the day after our monthly clubbing off too. I was just curious. Well, talk to you later.”
Arata looked at his digivice. He might as well try calling her and see if he gets response. He sent her a quick message, asking if she’s busy and if she is, to call him when she has a chance.
Ami looked at her digivice as it got fully charged, a towel was wrapped around her still wet red hair. She let her digivice died last night as she cried herself to sleep. She didn’t wake up until two hours ago and that’s when she decided to get her digivice charging before pampering herself to a bath for an hour, than a shower, than she decided on a whim to get dressed up.
She went ahead and messaged Nokia, Yuugo, and Yuuko that she was fine and okay. Let them know that her digivice died and and that she woke up not to long ago. She lingered over the call button on Arata, unsure if she could handle seeing him after last night. She messaged him letting him know that he can call her in a couple of minutes.
Arata looked at his digivice and called her. Her image appeared in the holographic image and he stared. Her red hair was tied up into a yellow towel but she was wearing a yellow tank top, he’s never seen her in anything else except for her usual outfit.
“How are you feeling?” Ami asked.
“Terrible, like I do everyday after we party,” Arata replied. “I actually want to know something.”
“Oh?”
“Did I do anything stupid last night?” Arata asked.
Ami did not want to have this conversation, not when her heart was still in shattered, smashed pieces. She didn’t have to make it awkward for him through. “Not really, I don’t think. I know you started kissing another girl until her boyfriend got mad. Than you hugged another girl which I am guessing is the girl who gave you that slap there. That looks painful, by the way.”
“It is, but I’m used to the stinging by now. Nokia said that there were rumours going around about me kissing two girls last night.”
“You might have, you wasn’t always within my field of vision,” Ami said. She didn’t tell Nokia or Yuugo or Yuuko about it. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine. Perfectly fine,” Arata said mentally let out a sigh of relief. “You can’t always keep watch over the four of us.”
“I don’t mind it, but I guess I just need to pay more attention,” Ami said. If only her anxiety attacks didn’t have a trigger with crowds and loud noises, but it’s not like she can control her anxiety. That would be too convenient for her. It was easier when she had her Digimon, but with them gone and almost out of remembrance in practically everyone, she was left alone.
“You look different,” Arata said. “I mean, nice different. I didn’t interrupt you getting ready for a date tonight, did I?”
Arata saw her eyes narrowed. “No, but I didn’t realize that I needed a reason to look different, especially a nice different.” She hung up on him. She threw her digivice onto her bed, grabbed her pillow and screamed into it. She didn’t want to cry any more tears, not when the pieces of her heart felt like elephants were trampling them.
Arata looked at his digivice in confusion. “I didn't mean it as an insult, it was supposed to be a compliment.”
Two months later, a week after the five did their monthly partying, Nokia called the group all excitedly. “Guys, guys, you’ll never guess what news I bring!” Nokia said.
Arata really wished he didn’t have class in fifteen minutes. He hasn’t really had a chance to talk to Ami. She won’t even talk to him when they go out partying, always having her nose in a book, telling him to leave her alone. “I have class in fifteen minutes,” Arata said. “So hurry up and tell us.”
“Fine, geek,” Nokia said with a huff.
“I have class in ten minutes,” Ami said. “You picked a bad time to call, Nokia.”
“You are at school today?” Nokia asked surprised. “Oh yeah. You have that mandatory graduation meeting today. Never mind. You deal with good news number one, Ami has been accepted into five of the fifteen colleges she accepted into. All allowing her to take online classes so she can continue working.”
“Congratulations,” Yuuko said.
“Thanks, however I am still waiting for the two colleges that I’m hoping to get into accept me,” Ami said looking away.
“Good news number 2,” Nokia said. “I’m engaged! Yasu asked me last night!”
“Congratulations,” Ami and Yuuko said.
“So, I say the six of us since Yasu is going to be included in all of our goings, that we go out to celebrate tonight!”
“Today is a Wednesday,” Yuugo said.
“Exactly, so it won’t be so busy!” Nokia said.
Later that afternoon, Arata knocked on Ami’s door to pick her up. “It’s open, Arata,” Ami called out to him. He walked in and shut the door. She was in the living room looking through envelopes before looking up at Arata. “Hey.”
“Hey, anything good?” he asked.
“Most of the stuff are bills that I need to let mom know about,” Ami said sitting the envelopes down. She looked back at him, “Sorry about the last couple of months. I didn’t mean to make it sound like I was avoiding you. Kyoko and I, we just got swamped all of the sudden, and then with finals coming up.”
“It’s fine. I graduated not to long ago, I know how it is,” Arata said with a frown. “Just don’t wear yourself thin, okay?” He then flicked her forehead. Something in which he did often with her when she started pushing herself too much. A reminder that she wasn’t alone. “Just ask me to help you study okay?”
“You have your own subjects to focus on,” Ami said.
“Ami.”
“Fine..fine,” Ami said in defeat a smile on her face, “You ready to go?”
“Yeah, I am. Let’s go,” Arata said.
Ami followed him and closed her apartment door. Her heart was slowly healing, slowly straightening out the trampled pieces before they start taping themselves back together.
Later in the evening, Arata was sitting at the bar, drinking his glass of water. He couldn’t afford to miss school or work tomorrow so he was laying off of the alcohol tonight. It was busy through, like how it is every Friday they come here for their monthly get together.
His eyes scanned the crowd, he spotted Nokia dancing with Yasu, Yuuko was talking to a guy. His eyes narrowed as he tried to find Ami and Yuugo. He’s already lost two of his friends and he has no idea how in the world Ami did this for them. He finally spotted Yuugo sitting at their table swirling his drink around in his glass. Now where’s Ami? He looked around again, not seeing her, but when he looked past the table, he spotted her talking to Yuugo. He watched Yuugo nod his head and than Ami left the table. Arata followed her with his eyes and stared confused as she walked outside.
She wouldn’t be stupid enough to walk home in this weather, not in this heat. Plus, he still had his keys to his vehicle in his pocket. He felt the pocket for his keys but they weren’t there. He checked his other pockets and there was no keys.
“Damn,” Arata said. He knew he had them earlier, he drove Ami and himself here. Yasu and Nokia picked up the Kamishiro twins.
He walked over to the table and spoke to Yuugo, “Yuugo, have you seen my keys?”
Yuugo looked at his friends with slightly glazed eyes, “You aren’t drinking tonight?”
“No, don’t feel like it and I can’t afford to miss school and work tomorrow. My keys?”
They’ve been here for three hours and Arata only had one glass of sake and that was within thirty minutes of them being here. “Ami,” Yuugo said.
“What?”
“Ami has your keys. Just like she does every time we go out. She also has Yuuko’s digivice, Nokia’s digivice and clutch, Yasu’s wallet, and my digivice plus wallet. She’s our caretaker.”
“I can understand everything else but my keys? How does she get them?”
“I always figured you gave them to her,” Yuugo said. “Considering she isn’t old enough to drink.”
“No, I don’t. I keep them in my pocket.”
“How do you not know this? Doesn’t Ami stay over at your apartment? You are the last one that she drops off.”
Arata shook his head, “No, but that explains as to why my keys are always in the wrong place.”
“Interesting, I wonder where she goes than to stay in those early mornings,” Yuugo wondered.
“How do you know about this?” Arata asked.
“Ah, I forgot. When you start drinking and get drunk, you forget everything. On the way to drop Yuuko and I off, Nokia asked her about it. Apparently, she drops Yuuko and me off first and help us to our beds, than repeats the process with Nokia if Yasu isn’t there, and then you.”
“Thanks,” Arata said.
“No problem.”
Arata left the table and saw Ami returning inside. He walked over to her as she went to the bar. She received her order of water when Arata grabbed her arm and spun her around, scaring her.
“Damn it, Arata!” Ami yelled. “Don’t do that!”
“Wow, sheesh, calm down,” Arata said with an annoyed but curious look. It was the first time he’s heard her cuss.
“What do you think I’m trying to do?” she breathed out trying to slow down her rapid breathing, trying to calm her heartbeat. She gripped his arm that had released her arm and he stared at her. She was trembling but even when her breathing seemed back to normal, she was still trembling as she let go of his arm. She looked at him, “You absolutely, positively, DO NOT scare someone who is about to have an anxiety attack, okay?” She pinched the bridge of her nose, “Sorry for cussing.”
“You have anxiety?” Arata questioned.
“Crowds is sometimes a trigger. Crowds with loud noises, especially loud music, is almost always a trigger,” Ami explained looking at him. “Usually it doesn’t affect me until much later into the night but I was with Nokia almost all day except for two minutes before you came to pick me up. So I didn’t have time to take my pills for it.” She shook her head. “Enough about that and don’t worry about it, what did you need?”
“My keys,” Arata responded standing next to her and leaned against the bar.
“Have you been drinking?”
“Just that one sake I had when we got here,” Arata responded. “I’m not like the others who can afford to miss school and work. How do you get them anyway?”
“I pick pocket them. It’s safer than having drunk you drive.”
“Well aren’t you a sneaky little thief, but can you please ask from now on so I don’t panic?” Arata asked as Ami took his keys out of her pocket and handed it to him.
“Gladly,” Ami said trying to smile.
Arata watched her press two fingers against her wrist, “Would it help if you leave?”
“I just came back being outside,” Ami said after a minute.
“I mean, leave the place all together.”
“That would help out a lot, like you have no idea how much it will help out but I can’t,” Ami said with a sigh. “I don’t know how Yasu gets when he’s drunk, before you ask yes I have his keys. Nokia told him to hand it to me and he did. Yuugo is getting there, after four more drinks he will be there, Nokia is already drunk from the way she’s dancing with Yasu, and Yuuko is one drink away from being drunk.”
Arata blinked and stared at her, “How do you know all of this?”
“I observed, watch, look for patterns and signs. Usually when you and the others are drunk is when I usually call it a night and start getting all of you ready to head home,” Ami said.
The next week, Arata was hanging out with Ami at her apartment. He was helping her studying but they were taking a small break. “You know, we are going to plan something for your birthday,” Arata said. “If you let Nokia plan it, it is going to be with a crowd and she will make sure alcohol is involved.”
Ami looked up from her mail towards Arata, “Are you worrying about me now since you learned I have anxiety?”
“We ALL worry about you,” Arata replied. “You are too soft-hearted to tell us you can’t stand crowds and want to do something else.”
“Why should I ruin the one night where all of you relax and unwind?” Ami asked.
“Seriously? I was only there trying to help you watch our friends that one night and I lost everyone three times,” Arata said as he got up and walked over to her. “You didn’t lose them at all!” Ami just looked up at him as he stood in front of her. “Do you have any idea how stressed I was with that and than driving them home? It’s insane and the fact that you’ve done all of this for so long without complaining.” He grabbed her shoulders, “You need a chance to unwind yourself, you need to relax.”
Ami smiled, she thought it was sweet that he was worried about her, and if it wasn’t for her heart trying to piece itself back together before it starts to tape itself together, it would be beating fast.
“I’m fine,” Ami said shrugging his hands off of her shoulders. She looked back down at her mail, putting some envelopes off to the side so she didn’t see the confused expression on Arata’s face. “Now, you’ll be over worrying about me and I don’t want that. It kind of defeats the purpose of relaxing don’t you think? I did already tell Nokia that I want a small party with the five of us and that no alcohol is going to be involved.”
Arata looked over at the mail that she sat down, “Why did my school send you a letter?” He asked as she sat the rest of her mail.
“I applied there for college,” Ami responded moving that letter aside to get to the one below it.
“You also applied for a school in England?”
“No, I applied for a school in Austria,” Ami said opening the foreign country one. “One of the three schools Mom asked me to apply too.” She placed that one down and opened the other one. “Your school is one of the two schools that I’m hoping I can get accepted into.”
‘Well, did you?” Arata asked.
He was taken back as Ami hugged him, her arms wrapping around his neck causing his nose to take in a couple breaths of how she smells like cherry blossoms. Ami pulled away from the hug before Arata could respond. “Yes I did. Now I just need to hear back from the other college and I’ll make my choice.”
Arata watched as she went to place the two letters with the other letters she has received from the colleges shes applied too. There was something familiar about having her body pressed closed to him in a hug, but there was something else familiar about the way she smelled like cherry blossoms too. For some weird reason, he thought of cherry blossoms which brought up mint lemonade, than upon thinking about mint lemonade, he thought about Ami.
Arata shook his head, she would’ve told him if he kissed her. She is that open with him and everyone. Than again, she did hide that she has anxiety. Now that he thinks about it, she explained as to how everyone else acts when they are drunk, but he never explained as to how he acts. Yuugo explained that he forgot everything the night of drinking but what else does he do when he’s drunk?
It was the beginning of summer break, the six friends were at a concert that didn’t have alcohol but it was almost like it was when she last saw her father. Ami did try to refuse coming to the concert once she learned that it was inside a building and not outside where she could escape, but Yuuko wanted to do this and she’s been looking forward to it.
Ami just couldn’t refuse a cute looking Yuuko when she’s mad and flustered. Neither could Arata from the scene of it since he tried to refuse too, but once Ami agreed and Yuuko’s attention was focused on him...it didn’t take him long to break.
Ami did try to avoid the crowd, to have a spot where she could relive the past and try to distract herself from the attack, but there wasn’t anywhere for her to truly go.
“It’s just me,” Arata said from behind her as he grabbed her wrist. He frowned as he felt how bad she was trembling. “I’ve found a way outside.”
Ami followed Arata - she was being dragged at first but she didn’t have much choice. She was beginning to feel the sensation of being choked. She was truly close to an attack, another minute in here and she’ll be in full blown anxiety attack mood. For now, he was her lifeline and she was going to take it.
Arata led her to the back of the of the concert and out the doors, “Sir and ma’am, you do know that by leaving - “ the security guard started to say.
“We can’t go back in, that’s fine,” Arata said as he kept leading Ami away. That’s why she never left, she didn’t want to disappoint Yuuko. He led her to his vehicle, as far away from judging eyes. He looked at her and frowned, she was pale, sweaty, her breaths coming in short pants, her skin was chilly, she was trembling, and from just holding her wrist, he could feel that her pulse was way too quick. “Ami, deep breaths.”
She shook her head and fought out the words, “I can’t.’
“Yes, you can,” he prompted as he pulled her close. “Just match your breathing to mine.”
“Distract me,” Ami said trying to match his breathing. It was hard, not just because of her anxiety which was the more major problem, but the man who she’s had feelings for, the one who unintentionally and unknowingly broke her heart, was hugging her. He voluntarily allowed her to be in his personal space, more like forcing her to be in his personal space, as he held her against his chest. This was the man who hated his personal space being invaded.
“Distract you?” Arata asked. He felt her head nod against his chest. “How?”
“Don’t care,” Ami said. “Distractions is the best and easier way to let this pass.”
Arata’s mind instantly shut down, he could think of many ways to distract her, but none of them were appropriate for her right now, especially since she needed to breathe and kissing her like he’s been tempted to would not let her breathe. So, he went into his ‘geek’ mood and started talking about this anime that he enjoyed. He went through the whole entire series just rambling.
“Thanks,” Ami said completely relaxed. She was relaxed halfway through his series but even through her heart is trying to heal, she still loves him and she didn’t want to ruin this moment. It was a rare moment and she was going to savor it every second of it, in which she did.
She pulled away and looked at the building that the concert was in. “So, we can’t go back to it, can’t we?”
“No, but it doesn’t matter,” Arata said letting Ami go. She looked a lot better than what she did when they went outside. “The music sucked and neither of us wanted to go to it in the first place.”
“Yuuko was looking forward to it,” Ami said sadly.
“Yeah about that, I kind of told her that you have anxiety,” Arata said. “She wanted to know if you was okay and if there was a reason you took off like you did.”
“It was going to be found out eventually,” Ami said with a sigh. “My anxiety specialized doctor can’t see me until January so I can try and get new medicine.” Arata watched as Ami wrapped her arms around her waist. “Nokia is the only one who doesn’t know.”
“Yuugo knows?”
“Yuugo is the first person to tell that too when drunk, he accepts everything as reality without asking questions. He’s literally the most trustworthy person ever when drunk,” Ami said before giggling. “He’s still trying to catch a wild bird by himself.”
“Why is he doing that?”
“You told them that they are dragons in disguise and there had to be set restrictions before they would come out of their disguise,” Ami said. “Both of you were drunk and I was trying to get Yuugo into the car.”
Arata leaned against his vehicle, “You have yet to explain to me on how I am when I’m drunk.”
Ami tensed a little and looked at him, “Why do you want to know?”
“Curiosity, mostly,” Arata said with a shrug.
Ami bit her bottom lip gently. “You are a complete 180 of your usual self.” Arata just stared at her blankly and blinked. “You are a chirper, talkative, laughing, hugging, Arata. I quit counting after the fifteenth hug you gave me and that was when I was still learning on how you act when drunk.”
Well, that explains as to why her body being pressed against him in a hug is familiar along with the scent of cherry blossoms. It doesn’t explain about the haunting taste of mint lemonade and why it always brings his mind to her. “I wasn’t expecting that,” he said with a frown.
‘I’ve noticed something, you haven’t gotten drunk in a while,” Ami commented now leaning against his vehicle. ‘If the reason behind that is because you learned I have anxiety and what the triggers are, I’m not talking to you ever again.”
It was a lie, a blunt lie, they both knew it.
“I just don’t want to get slapped that hard again,” Arata commented with a shrug. He won’t tell her that the taste of mint lemonade haunts him still to this day and it always brings his thoughts to her. “It sort of reminded me of the punch you gave me, but this one left a mark.”
He didn’t notice Ami visibly finch as a comfortable silence passed between them.
“Hey, Ami,” Arata said. “Before I led you out here, were you -”
“It was on the fine line of being a full blown anxiety attack,” Ami said knowing what he wanted to ask without it being weird. “I started to feel like I chocking and it was getting worse, I was close to grabbing my neck, fall to my knees, and cry. That’s how my anxiety attacks usually end up being when I’m experiencing it fully. If you was a second later getting me out of there, I would have had one. Thank you for getting me out of there when you did.”
“Here is a prime example of why we worry about you,” Arata said. “You would have tried to stay in there so you wouldn’t hurt Yuuko’s feelings.”
“I didn’t want to ruin it for her,” Ami said sadly and looking down. “I did anyway so I guess it doesn’t matter.”
It’s been a year now since Arata received that mysterious slap and started to control how much he drank. He still doesn’t know why that slap made such an impact on him as much as mint lemonade, but it did. Ami was on new medicine that helped her anxiety so much, but she still keeps an eye on her friends and Arata is slowly learning what signs to look for.
Arata watched as a man was talking to Ami, rubbing her arm, twirling her hair around his fingers. She’s tried to pull away from him, but the man was persistent every time Ami wasn’t around Arata and Arata was getting tired of it. His eyes narrowed as the man leaned down and proceeded to whisper something in her ear.
That was all Arata seen as he went outside to calm his anger. He didn’t need to start a fight in their regular club and cause Ami any trouble.
He missed Ami kneeing the man’s stomach hard causing him to go down to his knees. “I’m not really this violent,” Ami said to the man, “but I kept telling you no.” She moved away from the bar and looked around. “I really need to quit paying so much attention to Sakura’s matches.”
Arata had his eyes closed, taking deep breaths. For a while, he’s been questioning if the feelings are mutual and now he thinks they aren’t. He’s trying to revisit each little detail he thought was a sign and reanalyzing it, trying to find a reason why she would do that.
“If you are counting the bricks, there is fifteen. Where you are leaning against there is sixteen, but since you are glaring at them, I’m guessing you aren’t counting them,” Ami’s voice said from beside him. He turned his head to stare at her. When did he open his eyes? “So,” Ami said as she continued speaking, “what has gotten you into your anger mode?”
Arata watched as she leaned against the wall opposite from hin. “It’s nothing,” he grumbled. “Just needed fresh air.”
“While I will agree that the air is stifling in there,” Ami said, “I doubt that’s why you are trying to burn two holes into the building behind me.”
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. What’s wrong?”
“Drop it, please?”
Ami tilted her head before she pushed herself off the wall and stood in front of him. “Arata,” she spoke in a whisper resting one of her hands against his cheek. It wasn’t all that hard to feel the tension between them and he knew it she could feel it too. “Tell me, please.”
He flipped them around and pressed Ami to the wall, his hands rested by her shoulders, preventing her from escaping, especially with his body so close to hers, a knee in between her legs. He had her trapped.
“It’s called jealousy,” Arata said to her. “That man just kept touching you, rubbing your arm, twirling your hair, I couldn’t stand it anymore, especially with how he kept hovering around you, I couldn’t stand it.” He rested his head against her shoulder. “I didn’t want to start a fight.”
“Arata,” Ami said gently, her voice filled with warmth.
“I’m not drunk,” Arata said, “but I’m about to do something stupid. Please forgive me.”
He lifted his head up and proceeded to kiss her gently. His plan was to take it soft and slow, not to scare her, but there was two things he wasn’t expecting. The fact that Ami was responding back to the kiss and the taste of mint lemonade that has been haunting him for the last year. That’s when he got braver with the kiss with a small growl before the gentle kiss turned into a hungry and wet kiss. His hands went down towards her waist and lifted her up with ease, making his knee more noticeable against her flesh. His hands went under her shirt resting against her slim waist until it started to raise higher, giving in a little bit to his more quick action mind but still keeps himself rationale.
A small tug on his hair distracted him from the goosebumps forming on her skin that he was causing and that’s when he started to feel the burning of his lungs and he pulled away from the kiss to retrieve some oxygen before he started talking to her in a harsh whisper, “I kissed you a year ago when I was drunk, why didn’t you tell me?”
“What exactly was I supposed to tell you without it feeling awkward?” Ami asked back, keeping her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangled into his usually knotted hair. “Do you have any idea how bad my heart broke the following months because of it?” She placed a gentle kiss on his right cheek, “I didn’t mean to slap you that hard last year.”
Arata rested his forehead against hers, she may be soft-hearted and kissed him back due to being a good friend this time but the fact that she admitted to her heartbreaking, that she was the one who slapped him and that she wasn’t pulling away, even when he had bunched her shirt up exposing her stomach. She wouldn’t keep him hanging like this.
“Tell me to stop,” he started to say in a whisper as he closed his eyes in fear, “tell me to go to hell, slap me again, do anything to -”
He lost his voice and nerves as he felt her hands leave his hair, his body shaking as he thinks she’s accepting the chance to escape that she’s given him. Than he felt pressure on his shoulder and one on his cheek.
“Arata,” she said gently, “can you kindly please stop talking and kiss me again?”
His eyes snapped open and stared at her, before she pressed her lips against him gently. He quickly changed it as he took control over the kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth as a small gasp escaped her. He sat her back down onto the ground and pulled her shirt down before resting his hands somewhat innocently on her hips.
“I don’t think I can take you home tonight,” Arata whispered into her ear after they pulled away from the kiss, holding her close to him.
“Why?”
“Because you deserve a couple of dates first, if I take you home tonight, I might just pounce on you,” Arata said as he kissed the top of her head.
“I have a taxi friend that I can call to take our friends home,” Ami said looking up at Arata. “I’ll let him know I’ll pay him extra for helping them get inside their houses.”
“Ami,” Arata said.
“So let’s leave them to deal with the suffering of a terrible hangover they’ve never experienced before because I always stopped it from getting that far,” Ami continued as she pulled away from Arata and dangling his keys on her finger in the air. She felt a sudden heat pool in her stomach at the way his narrowed eyes were looking at her and the way his lips curled into his smirk. “Besides, a friend keeps saying that I need a chance to relax and unwind. So take me home.”
He grabbed the keys from her, “With pleasure.”
He might have control over the kisses and the pleasure filled gasps and moans he discovers on her body, but in all honestly, she’s the one who controls his heart.
~~The End~~
#Digimon#Digimon Story#Digimon Story Cyber Sleuth#Ami Aiba#nokia shiramine#Nokia x Yasu#Yasu#Yuukok Kamishiro#Yuugo Kamishiro#drunk yuugo was fun to write#Arata Sanada#anxitey attack
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Date - Chapter 3 - Picinic
Story: Date
Category: Digimon
Pairing: Ami/Arata past Arata/Marippe
Rating: T
Summary: Nokia likes to imagine herself as a matchmaker, thanks to some well-time words, she got Yuuko and Fei together. They were easy. She didn’t have to worry about herself because Yasu was her boyfriend, Sakura finally got with Ryota. Yuugo was more focused on his therapy, so that just leaves Ami and Arata. Her toughest assignment.
Author’s Note: This story is dedicated to the fanfiction user Samrit for being the amazing reviewer on fanfiction for my Ami and Arata stories. I hope this matches up to your expectations.
Disclaimer: I do not owe any rights to the franchise.
Date - Chapter 1 - http://rdmfavcpls.tumblr.com/post/165453977177/date-chapter-1
Date -Chapter 2 - http://rdmfavcpls.tumblr.com/post/165664175752/date-chapter-2-double-date
~~Story Begins~~
Chapter 2 - Picinic
“Okay, so we are all good for a picnic!” Nokia exclaimed as the group of five friends plus partners met at Kamishiro Enterprise.
“We took a vote,” Arata commented dryly. “The only one who didn’t vote was Ami and that’s because she was distracted. We all said yes.”
“Great! Than let’s have a picnic at the beach. This way we can cool off from the heat.”
“Sounds good, but who will bring what?” Fei asked.
“See, I already have it all planned. Yuuko will bring the main course, Yuugo will bring the sides, Arata will bring the blanket and umbrella, Yasu and I will bring two different types of drinks, Fei will bring the coolers and ice, and Ami can bring that delicious raspberry cheesecake.”
“Nokia, you call all of my food delicious,” Ami said.
“Have you tasted your food?” Yasu asked. “It’s like a sneak peak of paradise.”
Arata crosses his arms with that statement wondering as to how and when Yasu had Ami’s home cooked meal. Not that he was jealous or anything, just curious. He will not disagree with Yasu’s statement about how good Ami’s cooking is.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had Ami’s home cooking before,” Yuuko said.
“Than you are missing out,” Nokia said. “Just wait until you try the cheesecake.” She than sighed. “Whoever marries Ami is going to be one lucky person, getting to eat Ami’s home cooked meals everyday.”
“It’s just a simple recipe,” Ami said. “Nothing special. Anyone can make it.”
“Are we okay with the assignments?” Nokia asked everyone.
“Yeah,” they agreed.
“Good, then we’ll see each other tomorrow afternoon,” Nokia said happily.
Ami looked at Arata after they sighed out of EDEN in Shibuya, “Well?”
“Well what?” Arata asked back.
“Marippe hasn’t called you in four days, that’s a record,” Ami explained.
“No, she’s called me, begged me to return to her, and upon me truly stating that we are over, she got mad. She’s mad about you blocking her number. You’re welcome.”
“I should have known that you was the reason she quit calling me,” Ami said with a smile. “I didn’t think you would have hacked into my digivice to do it.” Her smile turned into a small frown, her blue eyes showing worry. “So, you are being serious with this break-up?”
“Any person can go for so long with an on - and - off again relationship that Mari and I had,” Arata said. “I’ve reached my limit.”
“I just hate that two years of your life was wasted like that,” Ami said gently. Arata smirked at her, “What?”
“You care more about my life than I do,” Arata said. “In fact, you are possibly the mother of the group.”
“How is that possible?” Ami asked. “I’m the youngest.”
“You care more about your friends lives instead of your own, plus you always give out advice.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Ami questioned sharpy.
“Nothing is wrong with it, it just seems like you lived many lifetimes,” Arata explained. “What has gotten into you?”
“Nothing, it’s just, I guess I’m just anxious over the trip. Something just doesn’t feel right. I have never felt like this before.”
“Already feeling homesick?” Arata teased.
“Maybe,” Ami said with a smile. “However, I think it’s because I’m more worried about you.”
“Why are you worried about me?”
“When was the last time you lived alone?”
“Three years ago, a year before I moved in with Mari, why?” Just like that, he realized why she’s worried about him living by himself. “I’ll be fine, no need to worry,” Arata said rolling his eyes. “But, thanks.”
“Hmm?”
“For worrying about me, not many people do,” Arata said.
“Hehe, guess it’s the ‘mother’ in me,” Ami chuckled.
The next afternoon, at the picnic, Yuuko was eating the cheesecake Ami brought.
“This is so good!” Yuuko said drooling even though she had her own cheesecake while everyone had slices of another cheesecake.
“I know, right?” Nokia said giggling. “Please don’t ever open a restaurant Ami. I’ll be dead broke.”
Fei looked at Arata, “Rumor goin’ ‘round EDEN is that you an’ tha’ country gurl broke up.”
“Arata had a girlfriend?” Yuugo asked surprised.
“Yes, had. However, I had expected that question from Nokia,” Arata replied.
“I’m just mad that she wasn’t approved by us,” Nokia stated. “If you ever get back with her, she must be approved by all of us.”
“Any girlfriend to be exact,” Yuuko stated.
“I was dating her before we all met,” Arata deadpanned but the message was clear to those who remembered. He was dating her before they got reunited and had their memories return.
“Incoming,” Ami said seeing a volleyball heading towards them.
“Wah?” Nokia said turning to see what Ami was talking about before Yasu reached up and caught the volleyball. “My hero!”
“Not this again,” Fei said standing up. “Before you two lover birds get lost in your own world, I’m going to swim.” She grabbed her girlfriend and Yuugo. “C’mon you two.”
“But my cheesecake!” Yuuko said as she got dragged away from her half-eaten cheesecake.
“Oho, I am coming to,” Nokia said as she got up and ran after them, her boyfriend following like a dog to its owner.
“You aren’t going to join them?” Arata asked towards Ami who, unlike the others, was the only one wearing her regular clothing instead of a swimming outfit.
“Haha,” Ami said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes, “I am NOT putting on two bottles of sunscreen. Thank you very much.”
“Isn’t that a bit excessive?” Arata asked, watching Ami pick up their garbage, and put it in a bag to make it easier to throw away when they leave.
“Not for me,” Ami responded tying the first bag up. “Five bottles of sunscreen won’t work. The only time I like going to the beach is when it is cold or cool. I wanted to know where the picnic was going to be at before we voted. I was not distracted.”
“Aren’t you over exaggerating?”
“Maybe, maybe not,” Ami said. “I don’t plan on letting you find out. You can go out and play in the water and sand.”
“What are you going to be doing?”
“Stay under the shade, possibly take a nap,” Ami said with a shrug.
“That’s boring,” Arata said poking her arm.
“Excuse me for not wanting to enjoy the sun’s heat rays,” Ami said rolling her eyes. “No, I am not worried about getting skin cancer.”
“Than, what’s the problem?” Arata pressed.
“Hey!” Yasu yelled getting their attention. “We need one more for an even chicken battle.”
“Arata will join,” Ami said with a smile. She looked at the frowning teen. “Go, cool down. I’m fine here.”
Arata grumbled as he got up and made his way to the ocean’s inviting waters as Ami watched from the shore.
Her friends were on their third round when a beach goer went up to Ami, “Aiba? Is that you?” Ami turned her head and looked as one of her upper classmen stand next to her. “It is! I thought I’ll never see you at the beach again! I mean, considering that last time I saw you at the beach was for a school trip. You was forced to join in the beach events and the next day you was as red as your hair.”
“Yeah, well, my friends wanted to go to the beach and have a picnic,” Ami said looking away with a blush from embarrassment. “Are you enjoying your summer Hino?”
“Huh?” Fei asked looking at the shore, on top of Nokia’s shoulders, “Who's that?”
They looked over and saw a man talking animatedly with Ami, causing her to laugh, a hand covering her mouth. They couldn’t hear what he was saying, but Ami pushed his leg slightly shaking her head as he said something to her.
“I think they are schoolmates,” Nokia said. “I think his name is Hino. Ami had to tutor him after school or he had to give Ami tutoring lesson. Either that or since Ami is a goddess when it comes to researching things, he asked her to do some researching for the debate team.”
“I thought she wasn’t in any clubs,” Yuugo said.
“She’s not, but according to Sakura, Ami is an unofficial member of the debate team and science team,” Nokia said. “Again, Ami is a goddess when it comes to research.”
Arata watched as the man spoke something to her causing her to think before she explained something and pointed at him, causing Arata to raise an eyebrow. She than handed him her digivice allowing him to program or type something in her digivice. When he was done, he handed back the digivice. He bent down and gave what seemed like a kiss on her cheek before he jogged away.
Arata had to mentally take breaths, he was confused over why he was jealous...AGAIN. Was it because he felt a weird need to protect her, or is it because she’s too soft-hearted and willing to help others. He had Yuugo on his shoulders so he looked at the two teams, “Hey, this will be my last round!”
He noticed something in Nokia eyes, a not so hidden smile on her face. He was going to ask what her deal is when Yasu on top of Yuuko’s shoulders started to attack Fei and Nokia.
Arata got out of the water after Yuugo and him won their third and final round and made his way towards the blanket. “Got tired?” Ami asked.
“Mhm,” Arata hummed sitting down next to her. “Beating the other teams was easy since there was no dating partners involved.”
“How was Yuuko able to hold Yasu up?” Ami questioned.
“Fei egged her on,” Arata commented. “So, you had some company and pointing to me, why?”
“An upper classmen of mine actually has a case for me in which I’ll need your help with.”
“Oh?” Arata asked
“There’s a problem with his EDEN account, he keeps getting a private forum with the password, but no one ever appears. He has tried to message the person back, but no response,” Ami explained. “Does Nokia realize she’s going to be sunburnt?”
“Knowing her, no,” Arata answered as they looked at their friends in the water. “I think the only ones who aren’t going to get burnt is Fei and Yasu. So, we will be working a case together like old times?”
“Yep. Oh, Marippe has been calling you.”
“I’ll deal with her later,” Arata spoke realizing something. He no longer felt the emotional pain, he didn’t feel like his heart was shattering upon hearing her name, and now that he thinks about it, it has been a while since he felt that. It’s been close to four months of not having that pain.
He looks over at Ami who is still watching their friends. He knows that it is thanks to her caring, worrying, always having his back, and being there with an open door for him, that he was able to heal. Her blue eyes looked over at him and she tilted her head, confusion and worry shining in her eyes.
“Is something wrong?” she asked.
“No, nothing, why?”
“Just wondering,” she said. “You’ve been quiet.”
“I’m fine, just trying to get inside Nokia’s head,” Arata said with a gentle smile before turning his focus back on their friends. He could feel Ami gaze on him and the guilt of lying to her started to weigh on his mind, but then she moved her gaze.
“I know you are lying,” Ami said softly, “but I am here for you for whenever you need to talk. I appreciate you caring about how I feel, but lying to me only makes me worry more about you.”
“Sorry,” Arata said. “It’s just that I’m still figuring it out myself.”
Ami let out a small giggle, “Well, if you need to me, I can be your sound board. Something for you to bounce ideas off of.”
“I’ll keep it in mind,” Arata said.
It wouldn’t be fair for Arata to start dating Ami, it wouldn’t be fair to her actually. He can tell she thinks he is still going to get back with Mari. The whole entire time that he was having problems in his failing relationship, he accidentally put Ami in the middle of it all. She might think he’s using her as a rebound relationship to get back at Mari. Arata looked back over at her quickly before going back to their friends. He thinks for now that he can handle staying close to her a friend, until he’s sure he’s completely healed and over a broken two year relationship.
#Digimon#Digimon Story#Digimon Story Cyber Sleuth#I know its numbered wrong#I orginally planned on having a prologue but that went out the window#Ami Aiba#Arata Sanada#ami x arata#Nokia x Yasu#yuuko x fei#yuugo kamishiro
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Date - Chapter 5 - Talk
Story: Date
Category: Digimon
Pairing: Ami/Arata past Arata/Marippe
Rating: T
Summary: Nokia likes to imagine herself as a matchmaker, thanks to some well-time words, she got Yuuko and Fei together. They were easy. She didn’t have to worry about herself because Yasu was her boyfriend, Sakura finally got with Ryota. Yuugo was more focused on his therapy, so that just leaves Ami and Arata. Her toughest assignment.
Author’s Note: This story is dedicated to the fanfiction user Samrit for being the amazing reviewer on fanfiction for my Ami and Arata stories. I hope this matches up to your expectations.
Disclaimer: I do not owe any rights to the franchise.
Chapter 2 - http://rdmfavcpls.tumblr.com/post/165664175752/date-chapter-2-double-date
Chapter 3 - http://rdmfavcpls.tumblr.com/post/166734802492/date-chapter-3-picinic
~~Story Begins~~
Chapter 4 - Talk
Arata groaned as he got up to retrieve his digivice at 4:15 in the morning with an incoming call. Of all the times to leave his digivice in the living room. He looks at the front door as he entered the living room and shakes his head. Ten days since she left on her trip and he wants to welcome her home just once. She always beats him home when he’s at school and she’s at work, but she has twenty more days away.
Why was he in the living area again? It’s not because of the eerie creaking sounds within the walls or the drips and kata noises in the hall. He’s not used to them but Ami reassures him they are harmless. He turned back around to head back to bed when his digivice started ringing again.
That’s right, his digivice.
He walked over to it and answered it, not seeing it was an unknown number or that it was coming from somewhere in the United States.
“Hello?” he greeted.
“Mr. Sanada?” someone spoke in English causing Arata to blink sleep away, his tired mind cannot process English right now.
“Yes, that’s me,” Arata responded with a rough accent but he hopes the point is across. He could hang up, it could be a scam. Something is telling him it’s not however.
“Phew, so glad we contacted you!” the man was speaking faster than what Arata could understand.
“Uh.. my english isn’t good, can you slow down?”
“No time. Don’t worry about the international bill we will cover it -” International bill? “We need you to keep Ms. Aiba talking, make sure she stays awake, okay?” Ms Aiba? Ami!
“Wait-” Arata said but he got a transferring tone. He looked at his digivice seeing the call was from the states. The holographic display was disabled on the caller’s end so he disabled his. He held the digivice closer to his ear as the tone stopped. “Hello?”
“Arata?” Ami’s voice spoke. Her voice sounding drowsy, exhausted, and forced.
“Ami, are you okay?” Arata asked his mind and body now awake, no longer caring about sleep.
“I’m fine. The doctors are just overreacting,” Ami said and he can imagine her with a bright smile, trying to calm his fears. “They think if I fall asleep, I won’t wake back up.”
Arata hands shake as he places his digivice on speaker, he has to sit it down otherwise he might break it. “You are obviously not fine if they tell you that.”
Her voice is slowly sounding more awake. “Are you okay?” she asks and it throws him for a loop. He’s not the patient that the doctors want to stay awake, he’s not even the one who is close to a doctor! “You sound terrified,” Ami says.
“I am,” Arata says quietly, so quietly that he’s unsure if she heard him or not. He’s not even sure that if he said it in the first place so he repeats. “I am. I’m terrified, completely terrified! I don’t know what happened, I don’t know why I am the one chosen to keep you awake!” Than, it is like he doesn’t have a filter on his mouth because the next thing he says, surprises him. “I’m terrified that I won’t see you again!”
Silence. It was so deafening that Arata started to miss the kata noises.
“There was an attack in New York City, where Mom and I are at,” Ami says softly and he can tell that she’s worried about him. “Mom was showing me where her latest project was at, telling me about it. I-I don’t remember all the details, it went by in a flash. Mom is okay, she’s showing her recording of what happened before we got separated to the police. The attacker was using his hostages to gain a bargaining trip. He didn’t know I was there, I used stealth hide and followed them. I guess it’s a benefit of still being partially cyber huh?”
“Why would you do that?” Arata asked.
“NVNG. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I’m a detective, remember, it’s almost natural for me. Plus he is on the International Wanted List, if I let him go, Kyoko would be mad,” Ami explained. “The detectives that were working couldn’t get in, he had the electronic lock jammed. I was already inside the room but I was able to see what the password into his computer was. While they were trying to negotiate with him, I got into his computer and removing the signals that were jamming the lock.”
Silence.
“Ami,” Arata said.
“Sorry, I’m trying to piece it together, I-I don’t want to give you the wrong events,” she said. “The next thing that I remember was the detectives bursting in, the man getting ready to shoot, but I jumped him on his back, causing him to shot the ceiling. Than he slammed me hard into the brick wall. I have a bad concussion for sure. The doctor's, they just want to monitor me, make sure it doesn’t lead to something worse.”
“So, are you okay?” Arata asked, his mouth dry.
Ami laughed, “My head is throbbing, pounding, but after getting slammed hard into a brick wall, it would be scarier if I didn’t feel anything. I’m sorry, if I woke you.”
“What?”
“I wanted to talk to you,” Ami said. “I couldn’t remember my cousin’s name at the moment but I remembered you. My mom wanted me to be talking to someone who I know, who I can trust, so I asked for you.”
“I feel honored,” Arata said. “I didn’t know what time zone you was in. So how is New York City?”
“It’s here, I miss home,” Ami responded. “Hold on.” Silence. A lot of silence. “Arata?”
“I’m still here,” he responded.
“I-I know it’s going on six-thirty there and school will be starting but -”
“I’m not hanging up,” Arata interrupted not even realizing two hours plus went by. “You are more important than school.”
“Arata!” Ami said shocked and to be honest, he doesn’t blame her. He’s never missed a day. He can imagine Ami feeling his forehead to see if he’s sick or Nokia shaking him asking where the real Arata is at. “But-”
“I don’t care,” Arata spoke, his hands gripping his pant legs tightly.
“They want me to stay awake for one more hour. After one more hour, you can do what you like, sleep or school.”
“What will you do?”
“Eat, possibly if they bring me food, but sleep.”
“Will you be okay with sleeping?”
Ami let out a simple chuckle, “Of course, the doctors are-”
“I was referring to your nightmares,” Arata interrupted.
Ami’s chuckling stopped suddenly, “How do you know about them?”
“When we binged watched my horror animes,” Arata said. “It seemed like you was pleading your life for someone else’s. I was going to wake you and ask you about it but you stopped when I touched your shoulder.”
“Did I say who?” Her voice sounded so sad and distant, he’s heard it before, during a time he wishes to forget. That voice it breaks his heart.
“I don’t think so. You did apologize to me by name, but you was still fast asleep. I don’t think you realize I was there.”
“I’ll be alright, even with my nightmares,” Ami said. “I’m sorry if I disturb you.”
“Ami, explain them to me.”
“My nightmares?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I’m curious and we have some time to spare so humor me.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out.”
“All I got was ‘take me, not him’ and ‘I’m sorry, Arata’. You was whimpering and shaking, not much to go on.”
“Would you like a hint?”
“No, I want you to explain it to me.”
It was quiet but Ami finally answered. “It’s me trying to bargain with Eater Arata to get the real Arata back. The nightmare usually ends with you gone from existence, but it didn’t end that way on that particular night,” Ami explained.
“The night I found out?”
“Yes,” Ami said before the call got disconnected leaving Arata frantically trying to get the connection back again.
“This number is for outgoing calls only,” the recorded voice for the hospital spoke.
Arata hung up and went to Digi-line and call her digivice only to receive, “This number is currently unreachable. Try again later. If you know this number is still active, please call Kamishiro Enterprise.”
Arata’s eyes were downcast trying to figure out what he could do when an idea took over his body as he typed out a message.
Arata: I need your advice, ASAP. When and where can we meet?
Nokia: Pretty much sure that you have the wrong contact.
Arata: No, I don’t. Please Nokia.
Nokia: Meet me in Shinjuku at 8:30. If it’s as desperate as you make it sound than you’ll ditch class.
Arata: I’m already ditching school today.
Nokia: 8:15 than.
Arata quickly got changed into his usual outfit and left the apartment, locking it as he called his school, letting them know he won’t be in today.
#Digimon#Digimon Story#digimon story cyber sleuth#I think I have the numbers fixed#some have prologues some dont#Ami Aiba#Arata Sanada#nokia shiramine#Yuuko Kamishiro#yuugo kamishiro#Yasu#Fei#Marippe#arata x ami#Nokia x Yasu#yuuko x fei
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Date Chapter 4 - Horror Animes
Story: Date
Category: Digimon
Pairing: Ami/Arata past Arata/Marippe
Rating: T
Summary: Nokia likes to imagine herself as a matchmaker, thanks to some well-time words, she got Yuuko and Fei together. They were easy. She didn’t have to worry about herself because Yasu was her boyfriend, Sakura finally got with Ryota. Yuugo was more focused on his therapy, so that just leaves Ami and Arata. Her toughest assignment.
Author’s Note: This story is dedicated to the fanfiction user Samrit for being the amazing reviewer on fanfiction for my Ami and Arata stories. I hope this matches up to your expectations.
Disclaimer: I do not owe any rights to the franchise.
Prologue/Chapter 1 - http://rdmfavcpls.tumblr.com/post/165453977177/date-chapter-1
Chapter 2 - http://rdmfavcpls.tumblr.com/post/165664175752/date-chapter-2-double-date
Chapter 3 - http://rdmfavcpls.tumblr.com/post/166734802492/date-chapter-3-picinic
~~Story Begins~~
Chapter 3 - Horror Animes
Nokia could see that Arata was getting jealous over other males giving Ami attention, but she thinks Arata is still trying to figure out his own emotions so she just leaves her two friends alone. Especially since she has more important things to consider. A horror movie event with everyone before Ami leaves for a month.
“So, two days before Ami leaves,” Nokia or Akkino said in their group chat, “We are meeting up at Ami’s apartment to watch horror movies until the next day.”
“Why horror?” a bee avatar called Streetgurl asked.
“So when we get scared, we could snuggle our dearies,” Akkino responded, her candy head shaking back and forth.
A nautilus shell spoke next, “What if we don’t have a dearie?”
AI@BA spoke, “I have plenty of pillows and blankets we can use.” Her avatar giggled, “To further showcase our loneliness.”
The shell known as Sl33p3r let out a sigh. “I don’t know why, but that sounds really reassuring coming from you.”
An onigiri head avatar spoke, “It’s a very Ami response. Ami responses makes people feel warm and fluffy, not fuzzing, fluffy.”
Blue Box got them back on topic, “They aren’t movies, per say, but I do have some horror animes, the complete series of them.”
Akkino commented, “That doesn’t surprise me...geek.”
The dog avatar barked at them, “It’s a great idea!”
Munchies the onigiri spoke, “It is?”
The dog, Shiba, was typing when AI@BA made a comment, “How many horror animes are out on disc?”
“I don’t know,” Blue Box responded the avatar's eyebrow arched. “Why?”
“That was a weird question” Streetgurl commented, the bee buzzing around.
“I’ve seen all horror movies in Japan, both old and new, so I was just wondering,” AI@BA said.
“Are you a horror junkie?” Sl33p3r asked.
“Yep!” AI@BA spoke jumping up and down. “Dark Mist is the only that can creep me out and make jump.”
“Horror movies are more date-worthy dates than horror anime,” Shiba said. “So horror animes is a great idea!”
“Fine, we’ll go with BB’s anime collection,” Akkino spoke. “AI@BA you’ll be in charge of all the food.”
“No problem!!” AI@BA said.
“The rest of us had better bring a lot of caffeinated drinks!” Akkino said. “That’s it! Meeting adjourned.”
AI@BA was the first one logged off, closed the lid of her computer, and stretched against the table at K-Cafe, a bright smile on her face. She put the computer in her bag before a voice spoke, “You are way too soft-hearted.”
She looked over at Arata who was partially glaring at her, “Because I agreed to be in charge of the food?”
“Yeah, I mean, there’s seven of us and-”
“They have this wonderful thing in stores known as oven-ready pizzas,” Ami said. “I think fourteen large pizzas should do the trick, put two in the oven, set the timer, and DING! They are done.”
Arata’s shoulders shook as he held back a chuckle. “Clever, but what about snacks?”
“Buy a couple of mixed bags of candy, some pizza bites, and large boxes of popcorn,” Ami replied with a bright smile.
Arata let out a chuckle, he couldn’t keep it in. “It sounds like you have done this before,” Arata commented.
“I have on shorter notices,” Ami said. “Trust me, having Takumi has a cousin has caused me to think quickly. Do you have any idea how many parties that man has planned and forgot about food until fifteen minutes before the party?”
“No and I really don’t think I want too. Hey, isn’t Dark Mist a recent horror movie?”
“Yeah, made in 03, first horror movie my mom allowed me to see,” Ami said. “Want to watch it?”
“Not really, I’ll stick to my animes,” he said with a grumble playfully.
“Arata…”
“Hmm?”
“You seem happier now.”
Arata looked at Ami, “Do I now? Must be because Mari got the hint. Or it could be the fact that I am going to be slowly making my friends become otakus with me.”
Ami laughed, “We'll see.”
It was just starting the second day of watching the horror animes, 1:44 in the morning, to be exact, when Arata felt Ami shift on the couch as they started a five episode series. They were the last two awake, Yasu being the last to fall asleep thirty minutes ago.
He looked over at her as they second episode started playing. “Scared?” he whispered teasing her.
“Yes! Congratulations, you have converted me to a horror otaku,” she whispered back. “Please don’t tell me that the delinquent dies.”
Arata looked back at the TV, seeing which character she’s referring too. “I won’t tell that he lives or dies. That would be a spoiler.”
“But I need to know so I know if I need to look away,” Ami whined staring at Arata.
“Still ain’t talking,” Arata responded enjoying the fact that Ami is sitting closer to him. Her pillow on the other side of the couch, forgotten. He can feel her arm’s body heat on his arm and he secretly longs for more contact.
“I hope you know you have created a monster in me,” Ami said now referring to her love of horror animes.
Arata chuckled lightly, “You aren’t paying attention to the show.”
The two watched in silence the series and upon the scene in the fourth episode, Ami grabbed onto Arata’s shoulder, surprising him. He looked over at her to see her face buried in his shoulder, one blue eye still open to watch the episode.
“No, why do they die? Why is all the good characters dying?” Ami asked whispering as she closed her eyes hearing the screams of her favorite character dying.
Arata looked at her and shook his head. She really is too cute sometimes. “Hey, look at me,” he said gently. Ami shook her head. “Ami, please.” She looked up at him as the ending credits played. “You can save him in the games.”
“There’s games of this series?” Ami asked.
Arata nodded, “This anime and their magna are based off of their games. Since you just so happen to be a horror junkie, I’ll get the games for you, okay?”
“No, that’s alright,” Ami said knowing how expensive they could be and than the sudden realization that she was clinging onto his arm came to her. She backed away quickly. “Sorry, I didn’t know I was doing that!”
Arata went to go make a comment, to tell her he was fine with it, but she was already holding onto her pillow. “I’m surprised you lasted this long,” he teased.
“Shut up, I don’t even know why I did it or when I did it,” Ami said. She hid her face in the pillow as the last episode started to play, hiding her blush. She’s still waiting for him to heal from his previous relationship before she sees if he’s interested in her.
If he’s not, than Ami will give Nokia free reigns to her non existent dating life. Nothing ventured, nothing gained works well as a detective motto, but not a ‘possibly going to date one of your best friends’ motto.
Late the next morning, their friends woke up and rubbed their eyes. They looked over at the couch to see Arata asleep and Ami nowhere to be seen.
“Where’s GM?” Yasu asked quietly. “What time did they even fall asleep?”
“They must have been the last ones awake,” Yuugo said yawning as the apartment door open.
“I brought coffee!!!” Ami said with a tired hype as she entered her apartment.
Nokia looked at her friend, “What time did you fall asleep?”
“Around 4:00 in the morning, I received a call at 5:30 and haven’t been back to bed,” Ami replied as she handed out the coffee. “I don’t know what time Arata fell asleep.”
“Thanks for the coffee,” Yuuko spoke grabbing the offered cup. “We’ll get our things and leave so you two can sleep.”
“You don’t have to worry about it,” Ami said with a smile. “Arata can sleep through anything.”
“Oh?” Fei questioned.. “How do you know this?”
“We’ve had sleepovers before,” Nokia explained. “He’s a pain to wake up.”
“And I still need to pack so I won’t be doing any sleeping soon,” Ami said.
They left her apartment and around noon, Arata was still asleep on the couch. Ami placed a blanket over him, like she did with all of her friends last night. She than went to her bedroom and started to pack, this way, she’ll have one day to double-check if everything is there and if she is forgetting anything.
Arata woke up in the afternoon, a frown on his face as he wasn’t met with flaming red hair. He knows he should feel guilty for repositioning Ami so he could hold her as she slept but she was whimpering and her body was shaking. She was pleading with someone in her sleep to take her, not him. Whoever this him is. She relaxed and calmed down when he touched her shoulder since he was going to wake her, to ask her what was wrong, than she mumbled an apology to him by his name. So, he had her laying against his chest, whispering, comforting words of ‘it’s alright’ and ‘it’s okay’ to her while rubbing her back, Once she quieted down and her breathing was slow and even, changing his to match hers, he fell asleep, unsure of the time but sure it was around 4:30.
He sat up blinking as his tired mind caught up to his thoughts, it’s not that it's a new behavior to him. He’s done it before, but not to her. He looked around trying to find her and heard her voice out in the hallway, talking to one of her neighbors, explaining the noises and apologizing if they disturb them.
She was safe and near, that was all Arata cared about. He wants to ask about the nightmare, but she’s busy and he’s hungry for something other pizza. He also needs to avoid the coffee so he can go back to a regular sleeping schedule.
He entered the kitchen and sees some ramen made on the table in a bowl, steam rising from it as a paper with his name stood in front of it. A sign to let him know it was his to eat.
He breathed out a laugh, “You are really too soft-hearted.”
#Digimon#Digimon Story#Digimon Story Cyber Sleuth#Ami Aiba#Arata Sanada#arata x ami#Nokia x Yasu#yuuko x fei#nokia shiramine#Yasu#Yuuko Kamishiro#yuugo kamishiro#Fei
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Date Chapter 2 - Double Date
Story: Date
Category: Digimon
Pairing: Ami/Arata past Arata/Marippe
Rating: T
Summary: Nokia likes to imagine herself as a matchmaker, thanks to some well-time words, she got Yuuko and Fei together. They were easy. She didn’t have to worry about herself because Yasu was her boyfriend, Sakura finally got with Ryota. Yuugo was more focused on his therapy, so that just leaves Ami and Arata. Her toughest assignment.
Author’s Note: This story is dedicated to the fanfiction user Samrit for being the amazing reviewer on fanfiction for my Ami and Arata stories. I hope this matches up to your expectations.
Disclaimer: I do not owe any rights to the franchise.
Chapter 1: http://rdmfavcpls.tumblr.com/post/165453977177/date-chapter-1
~~Story Begins~~
Chapter 2 - Double Date
“Won’t Marippe be mad that you are at my place again?” Ami questioned as Arata leaned against her kitchen counter as she cooked a late supper.
“Possibly, she gets mad at me about anything anymore, so I’m past the point of caring. I say screw it,” Arata commented. “Than again, she might not.”
Ami looked at him quizzically then puffed her cheeks out as he stole a slice of the pepper she just got done slicing. He ate the pepper and smirked at his friend’s reaction before speaking again. “I finally broke up with her.” His smirk disappeared into a frown. “No, don’t try to fix our relationship, I know you did many times already. Don’t even deny it.”
Arata went to steal a slice of carrot but Ami slapped his hand away before gathering the ingredients that she cut up and put them in a wok, “You know she’s going to call, right?”
Arata mentally smiled, thankful that Ami didn’t try denying the fact that she’s the one who did the almost impossible many times over by trying to fix his relationship. He needed to get over this relationship because he was getting tired of the fights.
“Like she does every time I’m not with her or if she knows I’m with you, Nokia, or Yuuko. Why she only calls you is beyond me,” Arata replied as she added chicken to her stir-fry. “I’m really close to filling harassment on her.” Ami’s digivice started to ring, Arata looked at it as it sat on the counter. “Speak of the devil and she calls.”
“Just keep your mouth shut and she won’t know you are here,” Ami said. “Answer it for me, please.”
Arata answered and Marippe appeared in the holographic screen, “I want to speak to Arata.”
“He’s not here,” Ami replied. “Why? DId you two have a fight again?”
“That is none of your darn business. Now I want to speak to Arata!”
“He’s not here,” Ami repeated as she added the rice into the wok. “His digivice is here, but not Arata himself. I sent him to go pick up my book order here at Broadway. May I take a message?”
“Yes. His stuff is outside waiting for him to pick it up. His name is written on the boxes. We are through and tomorrow my new much better boyfriend will be moving in. He’s only got two hours to get his things before they are collected by the garbage workers.”
“How about I get someone to collect them for Arata?” Ami asked quickly turning off her stove and went to Arata. “I’m still here, just getting my plates down.” She quickly placed a hand over Arata’s mouth who had it open to yell at his ex-girlfriend.
“No, it needs to be Arata,” Mari said.
Ami pushed Arata against the counter, still keeping his mouth covered, “That’s a shame because if you want it to be Arata than the police will get involved and you’ll lose all of your money. Now, if you will let someone else pick it up for Arata, the police won’t be involved.”
‘Keep quiet,’ Ami mouthed to Arata who was glaring at her. His hands on her shoulders getting ready to push her away.
“Fine, but that will drop the time to an hour,” Mari said hanging up.
Ami backed away from Arata as she grabbed her digivice from the counter, “Grab a plate and relax!”
“Relax?! My stuff is out on the street and -”
“Arata!” Ami said sternly. “I know what I am doing. I just need you to trust me. Now grab your plate, grab me a plate, and help yourself.” Her digivice started making the ringing noise for an outgoing call.
“Easy for you to say,” Arata said. “Your stuff isn’t-”
The outgoing call noise ended and a holographic image of a wall appeared. “Takumi! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” Ami said all hyper like.
“I don’t recall asking for a wake-up call,” another voice said. “What do you want?”
“Do you still live across the street from Grasside Palace?”
“Yeah? Why?”
“Go to Grasside Palace and start taking the boxes that have the name ‘Arata’ written on them inside your apartment. I’ll pick them up tomorrow.”
“What’s in it for me?”
“Besides the fact that Kyoko will be driving me there? Hmm, nothing, but I am calling in my favors.”
“Let me do it later,” this Takumi person grumbled.
Ami let out an overdramatic sigh and looked at Arata who was staring at her confused. ‘Watch this,’ she mouthed to him before looking back to the holographic image.
“Guess I won’t be making a trip over to your apartment to bring over that triple chocolate cake tomorrow. That means I’ll have to it eat it...all...by...myself.”
“Now, now, we can’t have that. You’ll get sick, but we can’t let that cake go to waste,” Takumi said his image finally appearing in the holographic screen as he moved his digivice. His red hair was flat since he hasn’t styled it yet, his blue eyes looked wide awake. “Fine, I’ll go pick up those boxes.”
“Thank you! Message me when you are done please,” Ami said happily.
“Yeah, yeah sure,” he sat his digivice down and started walking away forgetting to hang up. “Chocolatey goddess of desserts -”
Ami hung up with a chuckle as Arata handed her a plate, “Takumi will get it done. He’ll practically do anything for a sugary sweet. You should never doubt me.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I thought you was an only child?” Arata said.
“I am. Takumi is my cousin. We know we could pass off as twins, our fathers were twins and we inherited their looks. No one believes us through,” Ami said putting food on her plate leaving some of the supper still in there. “So, what do you have plan for yourself next?”
“Look for a new place to live, obvious,” Arata stated as they sat down.
“Well, if it helps -”
“You are still too kind,” Arata interrupted waving his chopsticks at her face, “but I’m not staying with you.”
Ami huffed and shook her head, “I was wondering if you wanted to apartment sit my place? I’m going to be gone for a month in two weeks.”
“Why are you going to be gone?”
“Visiting mother, so I’m going to be out of the country. I mean, this way you have a nice soft bed to go to while you look for a new apartment.”
“Fine,” Arata said with a fake sigh. “If you think I must.”
“I can always ask Nokia,” Ami responded. Her digivice started to ring and looked at Arata. “If Marippe is the devil than what is Nokia?”
“Is she the one calling?” Arata asked. Ami nodded. “Harpy.”
Ami held back her laughter as she answered the call. “Hello?”
“Ami!!! You’ve met Yasu, right? Of course you did, he asked you to save me,” Nokia’s voice rang out. “Well, I just thought, Arata hasn’t met him!”
“Okay?” Ami questioned ignoring Arata’s questioning look. “Where is this coming from?”
“Yasu and I were playing along with this game show and a question appeared and neither of us knew the answer and -”
“Nokia,” Ami said.
“Oh, right. Since the five of us are so close, I was thinking, Yasu should get Arata approved!”
Arata raised an eyebrow as he ate and continued listening to the conversation. “I guess that makes sense, but why are you telling me this?”
“Well, it’s been awhile since you two last hung out and it will be like old times, us trying restaurants together. This way, if you are there, Arata will be nicer to Yasu. It could be like a double date.”
Ami sighed, she hoped her gut was wrong but, it was telling her that Nokia is trying to play matchmaker with them. “I’ll see what I can do but, no promises, okay?”
“Great! You’re the best GM!!” Nokia said hanging up.
Ami looked at Arata, “It’s your choice.”
“I have zero idea over who Yasu is,” Arata said. “So, I’m guessing they don’t know I’ve been at your place like four times a week for the past five months.”
“It’s not my place to tell them,” Ami shrugged as she ate some of her supper. “Yasu is her boyfriend, by the way. Possibly one of the cutest pair I’ve ever seen.”
Arata raised his eyebrow again. “Let her know I’ll come,” Arata said stealing some of her chicken off of her plate. “He needs to be Arata approved, remember?”
Nokia was so excited that Arata agreed so Yasu and her were waiting at a pork outlet place. Ami walked through the door first, followed by Arata. “Ami! Arata! Over here!” she yelled waving her hand excitedly.
Ami and Arata made their way over to the table, “Nokia! Thank you for inviting me,” Ami said as she sat down. “Hey Yasu!”
“Hello Ami,” Yasu said before looking at Arata. “You must be Sanada.” Arata nodded his head. “I hope I can pass your test.”
“Only if you answer the right questions with the right answers,” Arata spoke with a smirk. “Just to warn you, this is my second time doing this.”
“So it should be easy than?” Yasu asked with a gulp.
“Not...at...all..” Arata said.
“Be nice to him,” Nokia said defending her boyfriend.
Ami just shook her head as they gave their orders to a waiter and went back to their conversation, “If he needs to get my approval than I can’t be nice,” Arata said.
Nokia just huffed at Arata as she spoke, “I’ll be scared to see how you’ll react if Ami ever gets a boyfriend or girlfriend.” She crossed her arms, “Would you still be this mean to them?”
Ami looked sharply at her friend while Arata glared a little, “No, I’ll be tougher. Ami’s too soft-hearted to where people can take advantage of her. Something in which she’ll need to get fixed.”
Nokia looked Ami over and was about to say something when Ami spoke, “That reminds me, I need to talk to you for a couple of minutes, plus I’m sure there are questions in which Arata doesn’t want you to hear.” She stood up and stared at Nokia. “Now.”
“Be good my Yasu,” Nokia said kissing her boyfriend’s cheek causing another nosebleed.
“Of course Nokia, my leader,” Yasu responded as the two girls walked away. Nokia waving to him and Ami giggling.
Arata smirked at the distracted boy, “So…”
Ami was in the restroom with Nokia. “Nokia, please tell me you are not trying to set me up with a dating partner.”
“What? You are too nice for Arata, what makes you think I’m trying to get the two of you together?” Nokia responded quickly, laughing nervously.
“One, the behavior you just showed me when I asked you that. Two, I didn’t mention no names. Three, I said dating partner, not boyfriend,” Ami explained with a gentle smile. “You gave yourself away.”
“You-you are crafty with your words, possibly why you are so good at being a cyber sleuth,” Nokia said clasping her hands together by her chest. “You aren’t mad at me?”
“Nokia, it’s hard to be mad at you, but you can’t tell Arata that I tell you this, but he just got out of a two year relationship. For now.”
“Crap! Crap! I did not know this, oh god!” Nokia said. “You make it sound like they’re going to get back together.”
“They’ve broken up and got together at least twenty times in the last five months,” Ami said grabbing her friends hand in her own. “You need to keep this quiet, okay?”
“Of course! Now I feel terrible, however, our waiter is pretty cute, and I’m sure he was checking you out.”
They walked out and headed back towards their table, “I’m not ready to be dating,” Ami said.
“Nonsense, I want - what did you do Yasu?” Nokia questioned upon seeing Yasu’s scared look and Arata’s smug smile.
“Nothing, he passed my test and I just warned him of the consequences that’ll happen if he allows you to get hurt or if he hurts you,” Arata stated as the girls sat down. “Our food is already here.”
“Aw, poor Yasu, don’t worry. Arata is just being overprotective,” Nokia cooed feeding Yasu.
Ami giggled behind her hand and Arata rolled his eyes. “Save it until you are behind closed doors,” Arata said.
“Jerk! You are just jealous that we have found each other,” Nokia said huffing.
Ami couldn’t help it but she started laughing, “I’m going to miss this,” she said.
“Huh? What do you mean?” Yasu asked.
“In two weeks, I’m going to be gone for a month,” Ami said. “I think this might be the first time I’ll get homesick.”
“I will make sure you get homesick,” Nokia exclaimed. “We are all going to hang out in groups and we are going to have fun. You’ll return rushing into my open arms and cry, declaring how much you missed us.”
“So beautifully said,” Yasu said.
“Is that a promise?” Ami asked.
“Hey! Don’t be egging her on,” Arata commented.
“Yes! It’s a promise,” Nokia answered. “Now, if I may have your bills, I’m going to go ahead and pay.”
“If I would have known you would be paying, I would have ordered something more expensive,” Arata stated.
“Why do you think I’ve kept quiet?” Nokia questioned before leaving the table. When Nokia came back, she smiled at Ami. “Guess what?”
“Hmm?” Ami hummed as Nokia handed her the receipt for the order.
“Look on the back,” Nokia instructed.
“Jima Aoki and his digivice number,” Arata read looking over Ami’s arm at her receipt. “Call me.”
“Nokia, what did I say?” Ami said with a sigh.
“I didn’t tell him nothing, he put it on the back of the receipt himself, no prompting from me.”
Arata doesn’t know why he felt jealous upon another man giving attention to Ami, but he did. He wanted to tear that receipt into millions of little pieces, let the guy know that she wasn’t interested. However, he watched as Ami gently folded the receipt and the way that she smiled after their waiter winked at her, Arata could tell she was slightly interested.
His ex-girlfriend never once entered his mind throughout the whole lunch.
#Digimon#Digimon Story#Digimon Story Cyber Sleuth#Ami Aiba#Arata Sanada#arata x ami#Arata x Marippe#Yuuko Kamishiro#Yuugo Kamishiro#Fei#nokia shiramine#Nokia x Yasu#Yuuko x Fei#Takumi Aiba
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Date Chapter 1
Story: Date
Category: Digimon
Pairing: Ami/Arata past Arata/Marippe
Rating: T
Summary: Nokia likes to imagine herself as a matchmaker, thanks to some well-time words, she got Yuuko and Fei together. They were easy. She didn’t have to worry about herself because Yasu was her boyfriend, Sakura finally got with Ryota. Yuugo was more focused on his therapy, so that just leaves Ami and Arata. Her toughest assignment.
Author’s Note: This story is dedicated to the fanfiction user Samrit for being the amazing reviewer on fanfiction for my Ami and Arata stories. I hope this matches up to your expectations.
Disclaimer: I do not owe any rights to the franchise.
~~Story Begins~~
Chapter 1 - Targets
Nokia laughed to herself as she saw Fei dragging Yuuko to a restaurant. Well placed words after Ami saved Yuuko and two weeks later, the two were dating.
“What has you grinning over there?” Ami asked.
“Nothing in particular,” Nokia said chuckling. “Expect how cute little Ami’s will be running around.”
“Who are you playing matchmaker with this time?” Ami asked knowing her friend’s mood. It isn’t the first time that Nokia has imagined little Ami’s running around, but she is glad she kept her blush down. She’s pretty sure she didn’t tell Nokia about her crush, not like it matters since he’s already taken.
“Hmm, I don’t know yet,” Nokia said secretly eyeing her friend. “Any ideas?” Ami shook her head. “Well, darn. Well, I better go. Yasu has a date with me.”
“Have fun,” Ami said as Nokia left before Ami went her way.
“Yasu,” Nokia said as she entered a sushi place with a conveyor belt. “I need your help.”
“Oh? With what my lovely Nokia?” Yasu questioned as his girlfriend sat down next to him.
“I want to play matchmaker but I don’t know with whom,” Nokia said.
Yasu thought about it for a minute, “Well, why not with the Golden Maniac herself? She’s not seeing anyone is she?”
“No,” Nokia said thinking about it. “So Ami, hmmm, but with who?”
Yasu started listing names they both knew which Nokia kept saying no until, “Sanada.”
“Sanada?”
“You don’t know this Sanada but his name is Sanada Aki and -”
“No, but thank you.”
“You’re welcome?” Yasu said unsure. “So who is Ami’s future boyfriend?”
“I can’t believe I never thought of him before,” Nokia said slapping herself on the forehead. “I feel like an idiot.”
“You aren’t an idiot,” Yasu said.
“Sanada Arata. Why didn’t I see this earlier,” Nokia said kissing Yasu’s cheek causing him to have a bloody nose. “Let the matchmaking begin!”
#Digimon#Digimon Story#Digimon Story Cyber Sleuth#Ami Aiba#Arata Sanada#arata x ami#nokia shiramine#Yasu#Nokia x Yasu#yuugo kamishiro#Yuuko Kamishiro#Fei#Yuuko x Fei#Marippe#Arata x Marippe#Chapter 1 out of 11
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